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A Journey of Unlove: A Personal Reflection
When I was 26, I experienced a miscarriage that left me heartbroken. I thought that baby would have transformed my life for the better. Instead, as I tried to navigate my grief, my partner made me feel ashamed for taking too long to heal.
There was one instance that etched itself into my memory. I was eight months pregnant with our daughter when we were driving home after dinner at my parents’ house. He erupted in a fit of rage, driving recklessly as I cried and pleaded for him to calm down. Grabbing my sleeve, he twisted it while shouting for me to be quiet. I could hear the fabric tearing as he reached across my belly to threaten me, saying he would push me out of the car if I didn’t stop crying. In that moment, I went silent.
Once we got home, I removed that maternity shirt, tears streaming down my face as I examined the torn threads. I balled it up and tossed the evidence of his abuse deep into the trash.
A month later, our daughter was born, and four years after that, we welcomed a son. It was supposed to be a picture-perfect family, but I discovered he was showering other women with gifts shortly after our son’s birth. In a bid to uncover the truth, I became a detective, piecing together the evidence of his deceit through credit card statements and conversations with spa receptionists and florists. I even impersonated one of the women he was involved with; the receptionist remarked on how sweet he was when booking an appointment for “her.” In that moment, after 11 years of feeling powerless, I finally felt in control.
I remember texting my best friend, “I saw a lawyer and filed for divorce. I can’t talk right now, but we’ll catch up soon. Love you.” She later told me it was the best text she ever received. When I shared the news with my parents, their expressions were a mix of happiness and relief.
The first thing I bought after he left was a new mascara—I had been using the same one for three years. The feeling of walking on eggshells began to fade. In retrospect, it feels like we were living in a real-life drama about emotional abuse.
Sometimes, I question why it took discovering his infidelity to finally make a change. There were countless moments that should have prompted me to leave sooner. I worry about my children. I want them to understand that leaving an unhealthy relationship is always an option, even if it’s the day before or after their wedding. The shame of returning wedding gifts is far less burdensome than years spent with an emotional abuser. I have to shield them from knowing the full extent of their father’s past.
I have a plan. When the time comes, I’ll tell them about a relationship that existed “before their dad.” I’ll share my experiences, shedding real tears as I recount my time with a man named “Jake” who started off with sweet gestures but became someone I needed to escape. They need to understand that there’s always a way out—always. They need to learn that they don’t have to endure verbal abuse or manipulation to justify leaving. The idea of “only one time” being acceptable is simply not true.
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Summary
This personal story reflects a journey through emotional abuse, revealing the importance of recognizing unhealthy relationships and understanding that leaving is an option. It highlights the necessity of sharing experiences to empower others and ensure that future generations know the signs of emotional manipulation.